InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eat You Alive ❯ Montage ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I really suck at these summaries. Let's see. Some stuff happens. I skip over a lot of it, only focusing on the vitals: thus 'Montage'. Uhhhhhhhhhh *breath* uhhhhhh. I can't think of anything else. My brainseses busteded.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2005 | Pages: 18 | Words: 13.5K | Visits: 722 | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: Mary was too busy trying to keep her little, white lamb out of school to even attempt to get them for me. Or The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Song is called `Maps', telling you beforehand so I don't get questions about it. Again, good to listen to that song while reading that section.

Chapter 11- Montage. (Oooh. Big word.)

Nine o'clock rolled around and Inuyasha was ready. He had gotten out any leftover aggression and pre-date jitters on the remaining punching bag, decided on the suit jacket with the t-shirt, found directions and gotten a show time for ten forty-five. Things were well on their way to being a perfect evening.

Then he got to Kagome's place. She wasn't ready.

She'd had an hour and she wasn't ready.

He couldn't believe that. But he was glad that he had waited.

Ten minutes in the foyer later, his angel descended the stairs looking like, well, an angel. Her lips were painted red, his favorite color, and she had on a loose-fitting black dress that tied under her bosom with a red ribbon. Tonight, she wore flats. She might be shorter but at least she wouldn't fall over her own two feet. She didn't know what he was planning and tripping just might happen. Lastly, her hair hung in a loose bun, tendrils falling and framing her face in soft curls.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“Glad you like it.” She twirled quickly and walked past him. His eyes followed her to the door. “Are you gonna stand there staring all night or are we going to go?”

“Right.” He shook himself and trotted to the door.

With a hand to the small of her back, he guided her to his new car. She gasped. He moved in front of her, holding his breath. Why was her approval so important to him? The look on her face was summed up in one word.

Ecstatic.

“Wow.”

“Do you like it?” He slapped one of the wheels. “I just got her today.”

“Her?”

“Well, I figure I oughta name it if it's gonna be my baby. So, I named her Izayoi.”

Kagome didn't know if she wanted to smile or not. He'd named his truck, which was adorable. But he'd named it after a girl.

“Who's Izayoi?”

“My mom.” He half smiled. “She would have ripped me a new one for buying something like this.”

She laughed at herself. “I see.”

“Yeah. When I drive this, I can hear her saying to me, `Sweetheart. You're going to kill somebody in this thing!'” He said in a high voice that made Kagome giggle. “It's a comforting thought.” His eyes misted and he tried to hide it from her.

She smiled at him. “That's a comforting thought?”

A short laugh. “For me? Yes.”

“If it makes you any less uncomfortable, I named my Neon, Buyo.”

“Why's that?”

“Our shrine cat back home.” She laughed. “He doesn't look like much, but he can move if you step on his tail hard enough.”

“Gas pedal, right?” He chuckled.

“Of course.” She smiled widely at him. “So, where to first?”

He grinned.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Later that night*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“I can't believe you said that to him!” Kagome squealed.

“What?” Inuyasha smiled. “Get bent?”

“YES!” She ran down the sidewalk to the truck. “That was so seventies!”

“We just got done watching a seventies remake. What do you expect to be on my mind?”

“I don't know.” She attempted to climb back in. “But `get bent' is not included in my mind when some guy hits on me.” Her leg didn't quite reach the footboard. “Did you see his face!? He looked so confused.”

“Very funny, I'll admit. But,” he shrugged, “better than trying to fight him off right?” He held her thighs and lifted her with ease.

“I guess.” She tried to catch her breath. His hands were so warm against her movie theater cold skin. “Thank you. And don't look up my dress.”

“You're welcome.” He laughed and walked over to the driver's side. With one giant leap, he was in.

“That is so not fair,” Kagome mumbled.

“What?”

“That!” She pointed at his door. “You just jump in, but I can't even climb up.

“So I'll just keep helping you in. Not a big deal.”

She smiled and shook her head while he started the engine and pulled out. They were back to her house too quickly for either's taste. He jumped down first and ran over to her side.

“Inuyasha,” she called.

He looked up to see her falling down. Holding out his arms, he barely caught her in time.

“What are you doing?!” He asked after they stopped spinning.

“Well, you were there and I knew you'd catch me, so I thought I'd take the faster way down.”

“You're not baggage, you know.” He noticed she was still held tight to his chest by his own arms. She slowly found her feet. “Just warn me next time.”

She giggled and smiled up at him. “Okay.”

The couple walked to her door. Kagome fiddled with her keys. She couldn't seem to find the right one. Or maybe it was nerves. Inuyasha stilled her hand and got out the one he'd seen her use the night before.

“Here.” He handed them back to her.

“Thanks,” she whispered. “So I did have a good time tonight. Really.”

He smiled. “I did too. Really.”

“So, I'll see you…..?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” She smiled and put her key in the door. “'Night.”

“Goodnight.” He watched her step in and heard her sigh against the wood.

The smile would not escape his face as he drove the truck across the street to park it in the driveway. It was still there when he walked in and faced his friends' curious gazes. And it wouldn't leave when he walked past them and up the stairs to brush his teeth for the night. The brushing got a little messy, what with his open mouth, but he didn't care.

She liked him.

If that little sigh meant something else entirely then he would take a bath with Miroku. And she was always smiling and laughing tonight. Even when he got tongue-tied at the ticket counter and blurted out something about his manhood when he was trying to make his order. And she still wanted to see him the next night. This was the best day of his life. No doubt rivalling the day they signed with Shikon Records.

Miroku walked in as he was rinsing out the toothbrush.

“So? How did it go?” The monk had never seen his friend smiling so wide. “Uh, you know that'll stain if you leave it there, right?” He pointed to the toothpaste on Inuyasha's shirt.

“I don't care.” He wiped the glob off with his finger. “I really think she likes me.”

Miroku smiled. “Really? Why?”

“She wants to see me tomorrow.” He looked down at the tiles. “And she looked totally hot too. Just for me.” He looked back up. “I was a total dumb-ass half the time, but she still wants to see me.”

The drummer chuckled. “So, you kiss her?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“What's with all the questions?” The hanyou lost his smile.

“I just want to know all the gory details.” He smiled innocently.

“You pervert.” He walked into his room to change. “Just `cause you ain't gettin' any action don't mean I gotta tell you about mine.”

“True. But you would if you did, right?”

Inuyasha stared him down.

“Okay. I get the point.” He backed up. “Well. Guess I'll just go to bed.”

“You do that.” He stripped off his shirt. “By the way, thanks for making me go to that dealership. She loved the truck.”

“She did?” His voice conveyed surprise, but at a look from the hanyou he changed it. “I mean, she did! Of course she did.” He backed out of the door. “Well, 'night.” He ran to his room.

Inuyasha shook his head and the smile came back. He thought about their date and how much he was fretting over it. Then he took out some paper and started writing. Looking over his completed work, he knew they'd like it as their seventh song. Countdown to record quota: six more.

He just hoped they didn't mind another happy, upbeat song.

“Oh, man!” He shouted to himself. “I forgot to get her flowers!”

*~*~*~*~*~*Next day*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Miroku and Sango loved the song. And when he asked if they minded, they said they didn't.

“We'll just tote it as our new sound,” Sango nodded.

“Yeah, bands change their style all the time before they figure it out,” Miroku added. “I mean, just look at Good Charlotte. Clean Punk to Goth in three records. And you could so see it coming.”

(AN: Please do not make fun of me for putting them in here. They're my boys! I love Good Charlotte almost as much as Bowling For Soup.)

Inuyasha thought it over. “Alright. If all else fails, we could just name it `The Fucking Happy Album'.”

Sango snorted. Miroku tried to hold back a smile. “I don't think the label will go for that.”

“Fine. `The Happy Album', better?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Six hours later*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They listened to the recordings from the day before, made any re-recordings that were necessary, and recorded one more song. Sounds like all the work they needed to do for the day. They still had almost the whole two months to blow. Minus one week.

“Great work today kids.” Totosai said. “We'll finish this tomorrow and I'll give you some time off after that.”

“You are so generous,” Sango muttered and climbed the stairs.

“What's the matter with her?” Miroku asked. “She's been more sarcastic than usual all day. And really grouchy too.”

Inuyasha sniffed. “PMS.”

“Ah.”

Sango made it to her room. She couldn't believe that someone had taped over the mysterious ten minutes with Miroku singing in the shower. At least she hoped it was a tape over.

As if her cramps weren't torture enough.

He didn't have a bad voice. Usually. But you know how it gets in the shower…..

Men should NEVER try to sing any woman's song.

Ever.

Especially `Natural Woman'.

It just wasn't natural. (AN: Hehe. Puns.)

`He isn't secretly gay is he?'

She thought about it. All the groping and innuendos.

“Naw.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Next Tuesday*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Inuyasha and Kagome took Miroku and Sango for Amateur night at The Pink Jewel. Kamikaze won again, this time with a song of their own that even Inuyasha had to admit was good.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Later that week*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was a quiet day.

Miroku only got knocked unconscious once, and Kagome came over for a chick-flick night with Sango.

The boys decided to crash it.

Sad to say that Miroku was sorely disappointed to find that all those old movies of girls in lingerie having pillow fights was not an accurate description. It was more like girls with green facemasks in ratty old t-shirts and shapeless pajama bottoms, crying over something sappy some guy just said onscreen.

And then they got suckered into being the girls' teddy bears, to hold when they needed something to hug.

Which neither disagreed to.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*The next, next Tuesday*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Pink Jewel again.

This time the four went together, like last time, but Kamikaze had some stiff competition, unlike last time.

A new band was getting major applause votes. The Amateur Night regulars were not let down, however, when the four girls took to the stage.

Their hair and make-up was subdued, compared to other nights, and the frantic appearance that their wardrobe usually put off was sobered with a single flower in each of the girls' hair and skirts instead of baggy jeans.

The crowd knew they were not going to see the normal happy-go-lucky Kamikaze they were used to and were excited about what they would hear. You could almost taste the anxiety in the air when Kagura began strumming a high note over and over.

Ayame joined her with a steady drumbeat. Then Rin joined with the melody while Kagura continued to strum the one high note.

Pack up

I'm straight

Enough

Oh say, say, say

Kanna joined in and beat the bass line to the melody while Rin changed it up with an even higher pitched chorus.

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Ma-a-a-a-aps, wait

They don't love you like I love you

A smooth transition to the beginning was made while Kagura completed the chorus.

Made off

Don't stray

My kind's your kind

I'll stay the same

Pack up

Well don't stray

Oh say, say, say

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Ma-a-a-a-aps, wait

Well, they don't love you like I love you

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Ma-a-a-a-aps, wait

They don't love you like I love you

Kanna got her first solo that the gang had ever seen. She was really good too, playing up and down the frets like a pro. The pale girl made a quick change to Rin's melody and Kagura began singing again, all the while quickly strumming the one high note.

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Ma-a-a-a-aps, wait

Well, they don't love you like I love you

Wait

They don't love you like I love you

Ma-a-a-a-aps, wait

They don't love you like I love you

Kanna's solo made a reappearance. Ayame pounded the song to a conclusion and it tapered off with Kagura's high note still being strummed quickly.

The applause was deafening and everyone knew that the girls had won another one. The announcer threw his cards in the air and walked off stage.

Dinner was served shortly after, but the band had a hard time keeping quiet about the song they had just heard.

“Did you notice how that one chick just kept on that one note the entire song?” Miroku said while he chewed. “Wouldn't her hand cramp up?”

“Mouth,” Sango grumbled.

“Thanks.” He got his napkin and dabbed.

“You mean the one that sang it? Kagura?” Kagome asked him.

“Yeah.” His eyes got dewy. “It was like she was singing to me. Man, she was hot.”

The couple in front of him sighed while Sango beat some sense into the monk.

*~*~*~*~*~*~Sometime in-between*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Since their first date they had been practically inseparable. It was hard to find one without the other. Kagome had even sat in on a few sessions. It was fun watching the creative process. Especially since they were almost done with the album.

One time, while they were taking a break from recording, she had asked Inuyasha where they got the ideas for most of their songs. Sango and Miroku were getting lunch and the old man was visiting the little youkai's room, so they could speak freely.

“From life,” he'd told her. “Whatever we feel or whatever happens to us, it usually ends up in a song.”

“So who were you thinking about when you wrote, `I hate everything about you'?”

“I didn't write that. Sango did.”

“Sango? Then was she writing it about Miroku?”

“Yeah.” He tuned his guitar. “The only part I wrote was that little `You hate everything about me' line to throw him off the trail.”

“But that song sounds so-” She groped for the words. “Does that mean they're…..you know?”

He laughed. “It does come off kind of `you know', doesn't it? But it's just about them fighting and how she can never miss him because he's never gone.”

“Oh.” She looked around. “And Last Resort?”

“It's a combination of us all.” He set down the guitar. “I lost my mom, that was my verse. I lost all feeling for anyone for a long time. Miroku went through a cutting phase when his dad got killed right in front of him. He didn't want to live, then Mushin took him in. That was before I met him though. And Sango nearly went crazy, literally, trying to balance school and training and her family. It was just a lot of painful memories set to music. The song made them easier to deal with.”

“Oh,” she whispered. That subject wasn't brought up again.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*One Month Later (big jump)*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Monday night at Cue Stick was ladies night. Free shots for lady guests and Inuyasha made sure Kagome took advantage of that. She managed to get them two shots each before their waitress realized what she was pulling.

By then they had played all the games they wanted. Inuyasha let Kagome win three of them. He won the fourth just to keep his dignity.

“You let me win those three didn't you?”

“No way.”

She scrutinized his face for any signs of deceit. “Fine. But if I ever find out you did…..”

“What? You'll spank me?”

“If you're lucky.” She threw him a saucy smirk and hopped up into his truck. “I love this thing. Especially now that I can actually get in it.”

“I'm glad.” He joined her. “I did buy it for you.”

“Really?”

“Well, mostly for me. But I had you in mind.”

“Aw. That's so sweet.” She kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks.” He blushed slightly.

She giggled.

They made it back to Kikyo's house and Kagome tried to jump out. Two shots did nothing to impair her judgment, but she made it look like it did. It was more fun that way.

“Inuyasha, could you help me get out?” She leaned over and looked down at him.

“Sure.” He held out his arms. “Come on.”

She smiled and jumped. “Thanks.”

He held her tighter. “No problem.” She licked her lips and he followed her tongue's path back into her mouth. After taking a deep breath, he let her slide to her feet.

She stayed in his arms, looking up at him with a contemplative look on her face.

“What are you thinking about?” He couldn't help that he was curious.

“Whether I should invite you in or not,” she answered truthfully.

He smirked. “And it's that hard of a decision?”

“Yes.” She let out a small laugh. “If I do, will you think I'm doing it because I'm drunk?”

He thought about it. “Yes.”

“So would you come up?”

“No.” Thinking was not required on that one.

“Good.” She stepped from his arms and walked to her door.

“H-hey!” Inuyasha trotted up to her once he realized she was gone. “You free tomorrow?”

“I have to work the rest of this week,” she distractedly said while she looked for her keys. “Kikyo has a shoot in Hawaii and guess who has to come with?”

“Her assistant,” he grumbled. “When are you getting back?”

“Next Monday.”

“Oh.” He looked down. “Then I'll see you on Monday?”

She grinned. “I'd like that.”

“Good.” He wet his lips and moved closer. His arms wrapped around her and his head stopped mere inches from her upturned face. “I really like spending time with you.”

Her smile didn't fall, even though she was a little disappointed. “Good.” She closed the gap.

Once more, the fire ignited in her belly. How he could get her wet with one kiss amazed her. She pulled out of his arms before he could take it deeper.

“'Night, Inuyasha.” She unlocked the door.

“Goodnight Kagome,” he breathed.

The look in his eyes conveyed everything she needed to know. He wasn't a very vocal person and she understood that. But there were hundreds of little ways he showed her that he cared for her without saying a word. That look was one that she had come to cherish in the short time she'd known him.

Inuyasha climbed back into the truck and backed out while she watched him.

“Okay boy,” he spoke to his pants, “behave yourself. And go down for God's sake.”

(AN: From what I hear (and have heard), men talk to their `packages' a lot. I've begun to wonder why we talk about `women problems' all the time but not things like boys having erections every ten minutes, er, something like that. Hmmm. Food for thought.)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*The week in review*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Tuesday:

“All he's done all day is mope,” Sango commented.

“Inuyasha!” Miroku yelled from the kitchen. “I made ramen.”

“Don't want it,” the man in question called back.

The two looked at each other.

“Do you want to go to the Jewel tonight?” Sango tried.

He had always looked forward to it before. Their table in the dark corner was practically reserved for them every Tuesday and no one recognized them in the dim haze of the restaurant.

“Not without Kagome.”

“At least we tried.” Miroku laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. She was surprised when it didn't move any lower.

Wednesday:

“Sango, do you think he'll be okay?” Miroku asked.

“He'll be fine.” Sango sighed, looking at her friend. “As soon as Kagome gets back.”

“Shut up you two.” Inuyasha growled from his, seemingly permanent, place on the couch.

Thursday:

“Inuyasha,” Sango called. “We're going for ice-cream.”

“Unless the ice-cream parlor is in Hawaii, I don't wanna go.”

Miroku grabbed his keys. “Fine, but we're taking your truck.”

“Keh. Like you can even get in it.”

“He has a point,” Sango mumbled.

“Fine.” Miroku sighed. “Looks like I need a car of my own.”

Sango stared at him. Finding that he wasn't joking, she shrugged. “As long as we get me one too.”

“Will do.”

Their plans for dessert were cancelled.

Friday

“I still can't believe you got that,” Miroku said to Sango.

“It's better than your penis-mobile.”

“Hey, my Mustang is way better than your VW van.”

“I like my van, thank you.”

“And I like my convertible.”

“You don't think people will think you're gay riding around in a purple Mustang?”

“Shouldn't you be more worried that people will think you're an old hippie driving around in that pink deathtrap?”

“Stop fighting guys.” Inuyasha called from the couch. “You're giving me a headache.”

Saturday:

“Inuyasha, give me the remote,” Sango tried to dive over him for it.

“No.” He hugged it closer to himself.

“But you're not even watching it,” she punctuated her ire with a slap to his thigh.

“So?” He grumbled. “Soon as I give it to you, you're going to turn it way up.”

“But Teen Titans is on,” she whined. “And it's a new one.”

“Hn.”

“Just give her the remote,” Miroku said. “That Raven chick is hot.”

He grudgingly handed it over. “Fine, but I'm not staying in here to watch it.”

Sango tumbled off his hip when he suddenly stood. “But you love Teen Titans.”

He went to his room and laid down without another word.

“Apparently, not as much as he loves Kagome,” Miroku whispered.

Sunday:

“Come on. She'll be back tomorrow,” Miroku reasoned with the hanyou. “We need to get you out of this house.”

“I don't want to leave,” he growled. “What if she calls and I miss it?”

“She's called everyday at the same time all week.” The monk pulled on his arm. “You won't miss it.”

“But what if-”

“No.” Miroku tugged harder. “She calls at nine and you talk until ten. That's your routine.”

“I want to be here if she calls before that.”

“Sango!” The exasperated monk yelled. “Help me!”

The girl leaning on the doorjamb, walked over and grabbed Inuyasha's other arm.

“Let go!” Inuyasha grumbled. “I'm not leaving.” He pulled his arms away from them.

The two left the room.

“I can't believe we forgot about his strength,” Miroku growled.

“He's been a slug for the past week. It was an easy thing to forget.”

Monday:

Inuyasha drove as quickly as he could to the airport. She was coming home today and he wanted to be there at the gate when she stepped off the plane.

Unfortunately, this could not happen like it does in the movies.

“Damn security.” He growled as he waited in the visitors' area. “Why can't I go up there?”

“Because some idiots rammed a plane into a national monument,” the most beautiful voice in the world said from behind him.

He turned around quickly. “Kagome.” His arms were around her faster than the human eye could see.

“I missed you too, Inuyasha,” she hugged him back.

The hanyou breathed deeply from her hair. It's fragrance curled around his nose like a long lost friend. He'd never forgotten it. And never would, if he had anything to say about it.

“I missed you so much Kagome,” he confessed. “I thought I was going to go crazy.”

She giggled. “That's good to hear.”

He pulled back enough to see her face. A finger traced her jaw and over her plump lips. Then his own came crashing down, taking her breath away.

Kagome broke it for breath. “Wow.” Was all her hazy mind could convey.

“Let's go home.” He didn't give her a choice. She was lifted into his arms before she knew it and he was walking to the parking lot.

“My bags,” she reminded him.

“Screw it,” was the barked reply.

The girl laughed. “I need them Inuyasha.”

He growled and set her down. “Fine. But as soon as I get them, you're coming with me.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” She smiled up at him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Later that night*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They decided to stay in that evening. Kagome was still suffering from jet lag and Inuyasha didn't want to chance her falling asleep before the night was over in some movie theater or restaurant booth. Miroku and Sango had gone to Blockbuster and they were left alone.

“How long does it take to get a movie?” Kagome asked after twenty minutes.

“At least an hour for those two.” Inuyasha mumbled into her hair. “They can't agree on anything.”

The miko smiled. “So what do you want to do for the next hour until they get back?” She turned in his arms.

A fang peeked out as he smirked. He pounced on her before her mind could register what was going on.

“Oh,” was all she got out before his lips descended on hers.

Liquid fire was pooling at the base of her loins. He growled softly for her and the vibrations sent a shock wave through her chest, rubbing his own gently across her taut globes. Inuyasha's hand had somehow found it's way up to her breast and was plucking at the hardening peak underneath her thin shirt.

Gasping, they broke for much needed air. Inuyasha stared deeply into Kagome's eyes. It had been so long for him since he had been able to even see her. How had she gotten so far under his skin that he couldn't go a day without hearing her voice, a second without thinking of her sweet face?

He knew at this point that the voice inside was right. Only she could make him happy. And he intended to make it official. The golden eyes softened and his head dipped low again, gently capturing her swollen lips for a brief second. Her chocolate orbs drifted shut and he attempted to tell her what he wanted through his soft touch. Almost before it began, he pulled back.

She forced her eyes to open and look at him. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I've never been so sure of anything in my life.” He leaned down once more and captured her lips in the sweetest of caresses. “I love you Kagome.” The man breathed in her ear once they'd separated.

“Me?” She gasped.

“Yes.” He kissed her again. “There's never been anyone else.”

“I love you too,” she choked out.

His smile was as gentle as his kiss. She gave in without hesitation.

`Finally,' the youkai breathed and tried to take over.

Red warred with gold as his hands occupied themselves. One moved from her back and trailed slowly across her flat stomach. Her cotton top was no match for his claws and she moaned when they traced along her sensitive skin. The hand kept moving until it found the bottom of her shirt and climbed up. He smoothed his palm upwards over her stomach and she arched into the touch. Her bra was in his way. She giggled when he growled and tried to worm his way under it.

“Hey kids,” Totosai called from behind them.

Inuyasha flattened himself over Kagome, growling. No one saw what was his!

“I know she's there Inuyasha.” He sighed. “I have ears you know.”

The old man's voice snapped his concentration and the gold returned. The two detangled themselves and sat up, vainly trying to straighten their clothes.

“So, what are we watching?” He sat on the other end of the couch.

“Don't know yet,” Inuyasha growled at the old youkai for wrecking the mood.

Kagome was trying to control her fierce blush. She couldn't believe she'd almost done that. What would have happened if the old man hadn't interrupted? Well, duh, she'd have been deflowered. She decided she wasn't ready to go through with it, no matter how strong her feelings for him were.

And she silently thanked the old man for interrupting when he did.

Miroku and Sango walked in, loudly announcing that their trip didn't take as long as originally thought.

“We couldn't decide between Van Helsing-”

“Hot chick,” Miroku cut in.

Sango growled. “And House of Flying Daggers-”

“Ditto.”

“So we got both,” she finished with a slap to the monk's head.

“Sounds great Sango.” Kagome finally got her blush under control.

“Good.” She held them up. “Which one first?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Much later that evening*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Movie night was a success. They watched both videos and had a blast. Around three am, both girls were passed out on the couch, popcorn was everywhere, and the old man was snoring in the recliner.

Inuyasha stood up. “Good movies, Miroku.”

“Yeah.” The man turned his gaze to the hanyou. “But I think we're the only ones that made it through.”

“What?” The monk nodded at the couch. “Should we wake them up?”

“It's up to you. I can carry Sango to bed.” He lifted the taijiya from the sofa without waking her up. “'Night.” He moved to the stairs and ascended them with no trouble.

Inuyasha looked at his girlfriend. At least, he thought she was his girlfriend. They'd never labeled their relationship, but after tonight…..

He'd almost made her his mate. For life. Once you screw for love and not just out of need, that was it. You were stuck together for better or worse, 'til death do you part. He'd never explained that to her. Maybe it was a good thing they'd been interrupted.

He picked her up and carried her to his room. It might have been more appropriate for her to sleep in the guest room, the one not occupied by the old man, but he wanted her near him.

At least until he made sure she wasn't going to run off to Hawaii again.

He would think of the repercussions of his actions in the morning.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Okay. That's another one. Hope you weren't too disappointed. I skipped around through a month of them going on dates and recording and all that boring stuff. Then I was about to have them consummate, but I remembered it might be a bit abrupt. Plus, for a girl that's been saving it for twenty-three years, she wouldn't just spread `em after one month.

So, for any that wanted a lemon, you have to wait.

And I'm so sorry I'm taking so long. I write about one to two chapters a week, but I can't get to the library everyday when gas is $3.50 a gallon. I'll try harder, but unfortunately my imagination won't get me across town. And I don't want to slam you guys with five chapters after a months wait. It would take you so long to read mine, you wouldn't have time to read others work. And I don't want to take away from my fellow fanfiction artists when I know how much dedication and work it is to write a chapter or two and not have anyone review them.

This one goes out to all the survivors of Hurricane Katrina. It's a horrible tragedy and I know we're all sick of being reminded of the heartbreak caused by Mother Nature, but it's been on my mind lately. I have to say that living in Oklahoma, we have tornadoes that are extremely destructive but they only last for a couple hours and are localized to about a two to three mile radius. I can only imagine what it was like going through that and then losing everything you have. My great-grandma lives in Mississippi and she was really lucky. Hattiesburg only got the tail end of it and she lost the pear tree and pecan tree that has given us cobblers, pies, and other delights for decades and a few shingles. Mainly all she got was a scare. So I'm very grateful for that.

For everyone else, this chapter is for you.

Now that I've said that and gotten all that gravity aside, here's some review replies:

Havokmastr3133: Thank you for your kind words. Hope you come back for more.

Ryoko Ao Midori: Was this fast enough?

Adam: Thanks for both reviews. And, yes, he is a bit of a nitwit when it comes to love. But aren't we all? And thanks for your concern. I hope I get a raise too.

Demonpreistess07: I agree, Tamahome is way hot. Miaka's so lucky. Next to Inuyasha, I would say Fushigi Yugi is my favorite. Even though I've only read the manga and haven't seen the anime.

Kagomereincarnated: Thanks for coming back. I think my taste in music is good too.

MoonlightHanyou: Yes. Writer's block blows. Hope yours goes away soon. And thank you for both reviews. I think all us writers know how precious every single one is.

Kurimusonchishio: Thank you. How could I forget my story? It's my baby. I have two more chapters written but I have to keep it on the DL. ;)

Tawdry Lassie: Good to see you back. First review as usual. ;) Yes it was a Linkin Park song. You're the only one that got that. Or at least the only one that said anything about it. Good eye. And your cat does sound a lot like mine. Boo loves to stare at the screen like he can read it. He's adorable. I love my kitty. But he's gotten so big! Only four months old and he's already bigger than my forearm. Eats like a horse too. I'm thinking he's gonna be a hoss like Buyo.

InuGrrrl: Wow. Means a lot. Loved submission by the way. Very kinky. ;) Though I have no idea what song that is. Are they from America or somewhere else?

Kittycat78: Aww. Sweetheart. Bless your soul. Gack! I'm turning into my grandmother. Thank you so much. I try my hardest.

Thank you all for everything. We're getting closer so let's keep those reviews coming!

R&R. For my sanity.